Thistle…in isolation

The day had been long and filled with the concerns and wonders of traveling from the desert to that mountain place…stiff legs wanted to stretch…confined body wanted release…and the heart wanted to burst with joy at returning to a place that had been branded as “home” in its core.

Beautiful – though the thistle doesn’t seem to be lacking company (as in isolation). 🙂 I know how you yearn for those mountains. I think of you when I hear of those triple digits down in your desert country. At least it’s good you got to visit them mountains, though sometimes it makes it that much harder to leave again. Wishing you well and stay cool!

Thank you, Gunta…I was thinking that the thistle was the only thing really in focus…. And yes, I do so yearn for those mountains. The stay was short, but it was enough to energize the soul again…to give it a bit of what it was needing. The temperatures down here are just ugly sometimes…just horribly so…with nothing to redeem them, even.

The home I was referring to, you must know, is the one of the mountain-place…the one we chose after living here in the desert for over 20 years…. I wish you much happiness in your quest, Gary…and safety, too, as I understand you will be going to another country, even….